"It's the plaid and the muscles. I think you got that one, it's not really a job for me." Harry held onto Sam's hand, sensing that whatever was happening, he needed that moral support. Matty kept looking at him with such hate but Harry didn't care, he only cared that Sam cared. That Sam was getting hurt. "You guys always chop down a tree yourselves?"

"We usually don't have trees. Sam never wanted to celebrate before but this year, he's all about those fairy--" He took a pause while sipping his beer. "Lights."

Harry squeezed Sam's hand again. "They're pretty, I get it. I like when they're colourful. Monochrome just makes me think of the tree we had. It was not very festive."